Look in the mirror,what do I see,
Reflections of a man,staring back at me.
He's old and tired, haggard and worn,
After he's gone of course I will mourn.

Though he will die,
He'l live on through me.
His blood in my veins,
He'll continue to be

And after I'm gone, I'll pass him on.
My son will be part of him
That't the way the world goes
But nobody knows
Where it all leads in the end.